User blog comment:Lord Rose Thorn/The Bloodwrath Battles/@comment-32303-20120419134650/@comment-32303-20120420153704

''Dalanora freezes and looks at her claymore for a moment. She lowers it to her side and looks up. ''"Orson, thank ye. Ah was oot o' control." A tear runs from the otter's good eye. "Thank ye for stoppin' mah afore. . . ." ''The Highlander's voice chokes off in a sob. Unable to continue, she drops her sword and covers her face with her paws.''